Broken Brains

I’m still thinking about it. Having a major stroke around 35, and losing language losing the ability to read and write easily. Literally seeing the world different with more colors and loudness. And finding a new balance and a new happiness.

I have a strange way of looking at the world with bipolar disorder and I do worry about major manias. I took take medications and I wish I didn’t have to. I do think they make it harder for me to concentrate for a while. I have read far, far fewer books since I started taking them again in April, 2013.

And I think about my dad already different after having a major tumor removed in his frontal lobe from brain cancer but with three good years. Then a tougher tumor to remove and probably a couple strokes. He wasn’t at all the same the last 9 months.

I also think about living in a very loud and distracted world, filled with smartphones, cars, traffic and just lots of noise. I don’t know if we are made for it. I think we do need quiet for the brains, and it’s important to retreat.